This just scans and scans for days and days.

I talked to Michael this week .. lots of news on that front. He is starting school at the end of the month. . going back to finish up his Psychology degree, which is just awesome. He and the little missus will be visiting Casa d. Hamrick (East Coast Version Mark II) sometime before then — flying in from the Big Bad Big City (West Coast Style) That promises to be a good deal of fun.

I told Michael about finding the Dark Globe flexi-disk, and he said “Yeah I know, I put it there to keep it safe.” He also told me that it belonged to Pam, which makes alot of sense. Some people would call that synchronicity, but I call it Two Things At Once.

Michael also told me that he enjoyed the Tattoo Story. He said that mom and dad had read some of this. . . drivel. . and were probably freaking out. Oh well. They were probably freaking out anyway, so at least now they have a well-defined set of things over which to freak. . . probably less worrisome than the fruits of their combined imaginations. It could be worse.

I spent yesterday at the National Gallery with Lara, exploring all the myriad ways of brush strokes, photographic emulsion, and bending metal to your will. Lara has studio experience — so she can talk about brush strokes and meaning — and I know enough Art History to talk about Which Dead Guy Did What. She talked alot about Roy, and I talked alot about Chuck, Mark, and Auguste ,and we both talked alot about why so many other people — the unwashed masses — had invaded our museum. The moral here is that when two unrepentant egomaniacs get together, It was a great day. Take that Nina Seribrennikov!

Last night I helped Caitlin (there you go) and Maya move into their new digs. There was an entire crew there, a virtual panoply of DC’s best and brightest. I told Maya and Caitlin about the day at the museums. Caitlin smirked and Maya flashed me a winning smile. I think the next time I see them I’ll request that they investigate sprezzatura.

After the heavy lifting, we all settled down and watched Vin Diesel’s star turn in Boiler Room. It turned into a weird night and I’ve spent most of the day today trying to figure it all out.

Yes. . there are parts I’m leaving out — and no they are not what you think. And no, I’m not going to tell you about them. . .hence the leaving out aspect of leaving stuff out. Jesus Christ. . it’s like working with chimps.

I spent today on the thinking, the writing, and the reading. Three months, four books and 3270 pages later, I have finished Tad Williams’ Otherland series. Gods Be Praised! now I can go read something that makes sense, like Advanced Particle Physics for the Devastating Clever.

I gotta go. . somewhere in syndication-land Buffy and Willow are gearing up to fight the Big Bad.

OK One last thing. . . remember what J says, “I’ve got no advice about anything, just fuck it up yourself”

OK. One last thing really. . now Polvo’s Fractured (Like Chandeliers) is playing. Good night Helen, where ever you are.